The story of a bird.

Once a boy found a bird's egg lying on the ground. He picked it up and asked his mother, "Mum, I shall let you see what a nice little boy I am. I shall break this egg so that the little bird inside does not have to force its way through this hard shell and arrive at this world earlier."

The mother immediately snatched the egg from the boy's hand, and told him, "No, son. In life, everything has a reason for its existence. If you mess up the nature's way of doing things, you'll be doing more harm than good."

The mother continued," Look at this little bird inside the egg. What do you think is the purpose of this hard shell that's protecting the young bird inside?"

The boy replied, " From harm?"

The mother explained," More than that. Not only does it protect the bird from predators, it has a more important function."

"What is it, Mum?!" the boy curiously exclaimed.

"What do you think the bird is doing while it's trying to break through this hard shell?"

"Trying to enter this world?" the boy answered meekly.

"No, son. The purpose of the shell is to ensure the survival of the little bird after it enters this world. By breaking through this shell, the bird is forced to develop the necessary muscles for it to be able to fly soon after birth. To look for food, to escape from danger. So when you try to help it enter this world by forcing open the shell, you indeed achieved your goal of helping the bird arrive earlier in this world. But that isn't help. You're doing it more harm than good. It wouldn't be able to fly around and look at this beautiful world. It wouldn't be able to escape from future dangers. It would just be like a sitting duck in the well, that is helpless in times of troubles, that has lost its chance to experience the beauty this world promises. You're essentially killing the bird."


The mother in the story is Mother Nature... And the boy... is me. Fortunately, Mother Nature snatched the egg away from my hands before I broke it open. Fortunately, the little bird still has the chance to fly high and look at this beautiful world. Fortunately, the little bird would be strong enough to go against future challenges. I want the little bird to be strong, to be able to see the beauty of this world, to be able to take on any challenges in future.

I shall patiently wait for this egg to crack open, to prevent this egg from any other predators who'd consume this egg, so that the little bird will be able to concentrate on breaking open its shell.

I hope the little bird will be to crack open its shell soon.
I hope it would remember that I had once painstakingly helped it fend off lurking predators.
I hope I would be able to hear the first chirp from this little bird which I met with fate, adore, cherish and love.

Fly high,
Fly freely among the clouds,
Fly freely into the sunset,
Fly freely in the sacred Realm of Life.


许茹芸 - 手写爱

木格子窗沿边的雨水
蔓延过洗石子的台阶
我说眼前发生的这些
有一种很怀念的感觉

大雨後墙角的羊齿蕨
遮蔽了一双老旧的鞋
这画面像谁在离别
让人想要去了解

站在大街 手握咖啡
吐气暖手的平安夜
你就是我的世界

那手写卡片的感觉
字迹里爱过的一切
你手写着爱谁
我嘴角甜甜的浮现好多的细节

在纸上纷飞的安慰
你一笔一划慢慢给
用手写说爱谁
我细数每段回忆该有的香味


大雨後墙角的羊齿蕨
遮蔽了一双老旧的鞋
这画面像谁在离别
让人想要去了解

站在大街 手握咖啡
吐气暖手的平安夜
你就是我的世界

那手写卡片的感觉
字迹里爱过的一切
你手写着爱谁
我嘴角甜甜的浮现好多的细节

在纸上纷飞的安慰
你一笔一划慢慢给
用手写说爱谁
我细数每段回忆该有的香味


那手写卡片的感觉
无法重来的圣诞节
你手写你爱谁
你说你喜欢我闭上眼睛嘟着嘴

白纸上有你的世界
我看到好多的体贴
你手写爱过谁
爱如此细微连日期都麽美